mong its residents. The reports of the savage attacks were flooding the police authorities, leading them to believe they were dealing with a canni

s among the residents. Some say it's a cannibal, a wild animal on the loose, some go as far as saying this is God's punishment of the sinners in that part of the city. At this, no o

ght hand, Officer Brent walked over to his desk and picked up the telephone, and dialed a number at a quite fast pa

g, catching him unaware and causing him to spill the coffee on his n

wntown. The cannibal seems to have struck again. Your att

e his car keys juggled after him in his back pocket. Officer Brent's heart raced as he drove through the city's darkened streets toward Crest Avenue. The reports of the savage killings echoed in his mind, and the fear of encountering the relentl

s filled with tension and the scent of blood. The sight that awaited him chilled him to the bone. An

colleagues were already gathered around the gruesome scene, some taking pictures, others markin

victim," Peterson said, his voice low an

esses?" "None so far," Peterson replied. "Neighbo

the strange markings on the woman's neck. The bite wounds

" Brent said, pointing towards the neck. "T

g the marks closely. "You

something is off about this whole thing. It'

roached the scene, looking visibly shaken. "Officer Brent,

, Ramirez?" Brent

gure running through the alleys," Ramirez said, his eye

Ramirez?" Peterson said

saw. Whatever it is, it looks al

e with Brent, both sharing

ng to come together, and the word "w

his voice low. "We can't jump to conclusio

ring the area and interviewing nearby residents. The tension in the air was pal

n named Mr. Jenkins, who lived nearby. Mr. Jenkins w

d, his voice trembling. "It was unli

rent asked, trying to kee

w," Mr. Jenkins replied. "But it sounde

ught. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, and he couldn'

r folklore that could shed light on the mysterious attacks. He discovered old tales of werewo

imself, his mind swirling with di